Isaiah 5 for the US: Repent America!

Now let me sing to my Well-beloved a song of my Beloved and His Farm.

My Well-beloved has a farm on rich and fertile land;
He plowed deep and cleared the stones
And planted the best seed.
He built a silo in its midst,
and raised a great barn,
and He expected a great harvest.
But He got weeds.

Vote now, people of America;
decide between Me and My Farm.
What more could have been done for My Farm
That I did not do?
Why then when I expected a great harvest
Did I only get weeds?

Now let Me tell you what I will do about My Farm:
I will tear out all the fences and
it shall be burned.
I will remove all its defenses, and
it will be trampled down.
I will lay it waste.
It shall not be plowed or fertilized,
but will become grown over with thorns and briers.
And I will also command the clouds
That they rain no rain on it.

For this Farm of the LORD of hosts is the United States of America,
and we Americans are His choice seed.
He looked for justice,
but behold; oppression.
And for righteousness, but behold,
Cries for help.

Woe to those who join house to house and field to field,
till there is no place left where they may dwell alone in the land!
In my hearing the LORD of hosts has said,
"Truly, many houses shall be desolate,
Great and beautiful homes without inhabitant.
For ten acres of farmland shall produce only a half-bushel,
and ten bushels of seed will only yield one bushel.

Woe to those who rise early in the morning
With drinking on their mind,
And follow through until night when they get drunk!
Music and drinking and entertainment is what they feast on,
but they do not regard the work of the LORD,
Or consider the operation of His hands.

The nation is utterly captivated,
because they have no real knowledge.
Though they are overfed, the leaders are frail and weak from starvation,
and the people are shriveled up from thirst.
Therefore destruction has opened its mouth,
And is gaping wide, and
Their glory, and multitudes, and power,
and everyone who thinks it's time to celebrate,
shall be swallowed alive.
The nation shall be brought down;
the regular people shall be humbled,
and the rich and famous and powerful shall be humbled,
But the LORD of hosts shall be exalted in judgment,
and God, who is holy, shall be hallowed in righteousness.
Then the lambs shall feed in their pasture,
And the homeless will eat in the vacant homes
of those who used to be rich.

Woe to those who draw up iniquity
with ropes of vanity,
and pull sin like a tractor pull;
That say, "Let God make speed and hasten His work,
That we may see it; Let the counsel of the Holy One of Israel
draw near and come that we may know it."

Woe to those who call evil good and good evil;
who put darkness for light and light for darkness;
who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!

Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes,
and prudent in their own sight!

Woe to those mighty at drinking,
and those accomplished at mixing drinks,
and those who justify the wicked for a bribe;
taking away justice from the righteous!

Therefore like trash in the incinerator,
their root will be rotted away,
and their flower will dry up and crumble,
because they have rejected the law of the LORD of hosts,
and despised the word of the Holy One of Israel.
For this reason, the LORD is angry with our nation,
and He has stretched out his hand against us,
and struck us,
and the nations trembled to see it.
Our bodies were scattered like trash in the streets.
But for all this His anger is not turned away,
but His hand is stretched out still.

So He will lift up a sign to the nations from afar,
And will whistle them up from the other side of the earth;
Surely they will come with speed, swiftly.
No one will be weary or stumble among them,
No one will slumber or sleep
Nor will the belt on their loins be loosed,
Nor the strap of their sandals be broken.
Whose arrows are sharp,
And all their bows are bent;
Their horses hooves will seem like flint,
And their wheels like a whirlwind.
Their roaring will be like a lion,
They will roar like young lions,
Yes, they will roar and lay hold of the prey;
They will carry it away safely,
And no one will deliver.
In that day they will roar against them
Like the roaring of the sea,
And if one looks to the land,
Behold, darkness and distress,
And the light is darkened by the clouds.